A "nice" dream

A house this once was. It stood like a monument in the woods, broken windows and open doors for the world to see. It had me as we looked around this mystery. Haunting it was to notice the layers of paint and wall paper ripped open on the wall, like creatures it climbed into reality. Somewhere in it's open space I heard it, heard it from the empty kitchen to the room upstairs, the ringing of a bell, one that was meant for someone else. Droplets of red I saw from one room to the next, who had walked here injured or even worse, where did they die? The house seemed to have no end in sight except for the afternoon light fading still. I wanted to leave as something touched me on my shoulder and breathed into my neck, a chill of death overcame me, a wreck I became standing against a wall looking at my husband walking tall. He was happy, he was contempt to take on this house and all it's history. Pulling him over far away from agents ears I asked him to listen as a scream filled the air. I told him it is best to leave this place  but he did not hear, he did not notice the closet doors moving or the little boy standing by the window staring out. I saw the blood dripping on the floor, a fear fulfilled by every tap,tap,tap; cold I was when he walked past me, skull crushed in and face deformed. This was all a nightmare coming true. The door slammed behind us but agent reassured that the wind was to blame and not those that lived here. I pleaded at my husbands side that this house was not for me, it was not for anyone who could see. Footsteps of thunder approached on the outside, stopping with a creak as it reached the door. Slowly it opened and I ran past it, i took my chance, I ran hoping that the outside is what I will see as the afternoon had turned to nearly black. I ran past many faces, some with anger chasing after me, wanting me to be there, to live there. I made it to the door and stepped back slowly. The screams of my husband sounded from somewhere within the house. I waited for hours in the car hoping that he would come but inside me I knew it had him. Locking the doors and driving to get helped I felt it the touch on my shoulder and the breath upon my neck. I turned around to see the deformed and bloody boy staring back at me. I stopped the car and tried to get out, I screamed hoping that someone would come. It had me by the throat with his little blade carving into me...

I woke up covered in sweat, don't watch scary movies before you go to bed!

Turning away

Somewhere in between all the hustle of daily life and living in difference lies a road undiscovered by so many. This road lies hidden within City streets and busy Coffee shops, the signs outside clearly shouting " under construction". We walk by them every day of our lives, we see the progress of the construction in newspaper headlines, magazine columns and yes we even watch it on the news, but for some reason the truth remains a lie to us, we are blind.

 Is it a choice we make to ignore the destruction of so many children's lives, or have we just accepted like everything else in our lives that it is normal. What is normal these days? A guy so drunk he can hardly walk is normal, a man beating his wife is considered normal, a child prowling the streets for money and drugs, that too has unfortunately become a normality we can no longer control or ignore.

Why does this happen? Yes there is a lot of factors that influences this, but the main root of all of this starts with us, yes us the many people who walk away or parents that has no time.

A few years back i heard a conversation between a father and son, the father dressed ever so corporate just simply told the child that he has work to do, he smiled and gave the child money, and I am not talking small money, I watched as the child rushed without even so much as a thank you. skipping happily towards the games arcade. Always you hear mothers discussing the drug abuse of their children, mothers even claiming that their children has been using drugs for years before they found out. Her child, the baby she gave birth too has turned into a monster, another addict statistic.

We as people have replaced our responsibilities with substitutes, we have gathered new ways to communicate with those around us, and all these new ways has become the very wall that keeps us from being actively involved in the lives of the many.If you remain a spectator walking by a horrid construction site, i can guarantee that you will miss the road less traveled  and might even miss the line that could have saved one child's life, and sooner or later it might be you trying to find that road you ignored for so long. 

We all need to stop trying to see what the building will eventually look like and help the many others out there to destroy it. 

Spring clean of a different kind...

Today was all about this and that, chores and more. Some say it's fun doing the things most people do not want to do but I find it calming, it makes you think about times ahead and times that have long since passed. It gives clarity like clean laundry, the smell of the fabric softener, gone is all the dirt and grime just like in the mind. Fold it up neatly and things start falling into place numerically and alphabetically.

The reality is that clothes do not stay clean, the softener does not last and soon you find yourself back to where you started just thinking, waiting for the calm during the storm. Fear can cripple you, it can make you lose sight of all things positive, thoughts, memories. It can infiltrate through even the toughest of skin leaving the stains of its presence behind, stains that does not easily fade after one wash.

We all have them, no matter how neatly packed away or how good it is folded, at times they linger and stay with us, fears. Chores and more needs work, fears needs work, either you get rid of them or feed them, the scars of times past or times to come. Sometimes we feed them because it is so easy to think way ahead into the future forgetting that life is about living for today and not for what is to come a year down the line.

I guess it is true that the mind is a powerful weapon, it can make you or break you and I look at times in mirrors of shadows and find myself lost waiting for the calm during the storm that is life. We all have a choice but the question is how easy is it to make? How easy is it to forget pain, loss, suffering or do we live with the effects each day painting our own pictures in our minds and based on that build our futures.

We all have them... how easy is it?